Baked or Fried?

I was at a visitation last night for the boy half of our BFF's mother. I took the Wild Ones because they wanted to give Auntie and Uncle BFF a hug. Well, they found the cousins and the family room...and the candy and the chips (can't blame them since we didn't end up having dinner until 8:45). So as we were getting ready to leave I made a comment about the chips to the BFF's and my crazy sister and her husband...I was a tiny bit embarrassed that my kids had dug into the family supplies...although it did keep the BFF's daughter happy. I know...get to the point. The boy BFF starts telling us that he can't believe how greasy his hands are from eating these chips, that he is used to eating baked Lays at work. And in a really loud voice (in the middle of the room where the visitation for his Baptist mother is being held) he says, "I haven't had a regular lay in a long time." Everyone's eyes got big and I did one of those eye watering silent laughs along with the BFF and my sister all while the boy BFF tried to back peddle and then gave up and tried to blame all of us for having dirty minds. Whatever!! It was exactly what I needed after 8 days of vomiting kids, 6 days at home alone with the Wild Ones (and all their assorted friends) and a phone call from the Big Guy telling me that he was stranded in Aspen due to a cancelled flight (poor guy).